what you are

you are the pre-loved book at a thrift shop that i brought home and finished overnight: your page torn and worn, your scent rustic and dusty, your letters faded, your story mysterious and unchanged— you are perfect to me. you are the feels that comes at three in the morning, the distant, resonating waves of... Continue Reading →

Waiting for the Rain

I braved the aisle of the unfamiliar grocery store. It wasn’t here when I left five years ago, and it’s all too strange for me. It is an understatement to say that this place is no longer the same. What used to be a small convenience store is now a bar, with people overflowing. I... Continue Reading →

Hemingway

I do not usually go to bars and pubs nor do I drink beer, but tonight was different. I was drenched in tears and heartache. My chest could have exploded from the pain if only it could. I decided to entertain myself and get myself some beer before I head home. I dropped by at... Continue Reading →

I Was Never Romantic

l was never romantic. Roses meant nothing, but just flowers my mother used to grow in her garden. Chocolate was nothing, but something that pleases me when l am depressed. l was never romantic. Candle lights? Well, they are a sign we haven’t paid our electric bill. Love Songs? Those are the stuff they play... Continue Reading →

Send My Love to Heaven

I read this story when I was 15, and this is one of the stories which inspired me to write some more. To write something that people would not actually expect you to write. To write something that does not actually follow the normal construction of thoughts. This is a story of an anonymous author... Continue Reading →

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